End of Time

 

The thought, the dream, of resurrecting a time

A person that exists at the same time

Spiraling through space, the fabric of events

Words, deeds, amends… is it too late?

Has life lost its beat, what of making it up?

Again and again, until it reawakens

SMEG

Letter from home

scratched on tap

a rationed sandy flat

fashioned of stolen

tax and votes.

Home sick, regretting

what I thought I meant

confused by self

that caused this mess;

fleecing pain

on cutting flesh.

Children of the night

thrown from a building top

pondering conspiracy

while body's drop.

Warm blood lost

freed from this nightmare

wholesale cost

thousand yard stare.

All the wonders

strangles lives

torn asunder

by another's fare.

Tarry 'til I Come

This is a rough draft
of my lonely life.
All make believe
no pressure or strife.

I think clear I think
in my head of speaking thoughts
and weirdness leaking.

And even from the heart, revealing its scent

not fluent, plagued with self reference,
the love has an accent
I recompense.

Listen to you speak; unattached to your eyes
unabashed, we leave our exchange,
feeling empty and harried.

All what's left is a zero sum
all is lost, time wasted
opportunity cost
and I tarry 'til you come.

God almighty

Don't take the God from me
Corrupt my I-am-ness
Distorting my inner glee

Uptight denials
Paint your face
Your lost footing

Your owned disgrace
Free me to our father
Running in place

We'll meet
After your acted-out foder
Inner wounds laugh and weep

For release
My soul's oneness
An airtight keep

New Age Fanatic

What's the guilt I feel
Falling to sleep
When you have lept in
With another creep?

The quality of release
Has taken on new surrender
While you drift off weeping
A great pretender

I'm a new age fanatic
Talking to your dead
Clearing your aura
With star-dust static

Sticky Fingers

What does it take
To leave a tree alone?
Abolish money
And raze your home

Developers play
At helping humanity
Clear cutting woods
Destroying harmony

Realtors wet dreams
Representing the foly
Midwife to horror
Faking what it seems

The Little Artist

The blocked artist
Sad uptight creature
Cowering in filth
Measly mind's picture

Jolts of jealousy
Words drip from a catheter
Living in a cardboard box
No clue what's out there

Beyond the beyond
The universe expanding
As a last resort
You tap the unending

Walk the Talk

Fakers and phonies
Plowing through the rye
For a strip mall
Built on a lie

Pack of smokes - forty ouncer
Distended you
Shell of thoughts
Of nothing new

The talk queer
Your walk oscure
Corrupt front
Energy unsure

Laundered truth
Regenerated myths
Rigourous honesty
Spiritual arsenist

Half Measures

Half measures do not yield
Fifty percent peace
Jittery nerves, finger tips
Grasping at riches fleeced

Bankrupt spiritual life
When does it change?
Abundance of distractions
And the other - the same

A Portrait hangs
Society's great helm
Strange fruit
In a spiritual realm

And the consumed pilot
Steers off course
A ship doomed
Every moment - remorse

Love Travels

When we make love
The elephants dance in Africa
She spoke in the distance
Her voice sweet insistance

Hands kneading neck hairs
In the back row
Words of love broadcast
On stage reciting a poem

New Age Rhetoric

Usual conundrum
New age talk and chatter
Throw the cards
Their karma to scatter

Speaking to the dead
That rest sedentary
What's to come for you?
A partner to bury

Light from years away
Still signals, a note
We crane our necks agape
Expelling our last breaths

Out of Business

Whose misery are you making?
Fields of tea
Poverty wage, labour picking
From inside a cage

Sit for a meal
Of pork and compliance
Pig's tail cut
Farming defiance

What's my beef?
Developers' golden stain
Chinese exporters
Singin' in the acid rain

Sacred and pure seething
Micro managed
Out of their shacks
Air unworthy of breathing

Rumours

Some whispers say what
You don't normaly hear
What fate has in store
In waves and fear

A dagger's weight
Its innocent grip
Saved for a day
Foothold's slip

When substance seeks
Itself, a match
Comforting is nature
Of truth unwrapped

Sommer skjult

Sommer fugl
Gylden kule
Bevistløs glade
Varm tænknings bade

Kys til luften
Ånd klippe klyften
Tung byger
Våger og ryger

En hvide tæppe blæser
Som et drøm
Nord jyske klitter
Gliderne hook orm

Goth blood

Lethal venom
Corsing through my veins
Bleeding blackness
Leaving stains

Millenia deep
Murdurous bed
Dark soul's sleep
Gothic dread

Maya

If all is illusion
Why not act that way?
And not bathe for days
In goods and duka?

The many languages
And all the knowledge
Purport to be it
But they're not that!

And nature, what then
When a tree rustles
Shirking off the world
From out of its soil?

The work of nature
Only adoring the sun
That shines on beasts
As they are one

To say we're cursed
Would be a mild prognosis
A collection submersed
In perpetual over doses

Waiting on a Dream

The universe as a mirror
Thoughts displayed
In time are delivered
And not betrayed

Glassy stare, blinking eye
Laws of eternity
Come to pass
And cannot lie

Kept promises near
On a fake horizon
Shrouded by the will
Of impatient striving

This look
Cannot be returned
A loving glance
Shunned and burned

In the every day
Exists this wink
A ray of sun
The heaven's blink

Looking deep within
Hypnotic ruse
Tary again 'til it comes
This mystic muse

Mending

Sorry does not
Make it manageable
Dancing light
On dark matter's candle

Flying away ceases to
Lessen the bitter
Rainbow body's glow
Lightning's fatal flicker

Water and air
And all that is pure
Flows in and through
The sweet burning cure

Unsaid

What you didn't say
Meant a lot to me
Bringin' me back
To being ok

Lest I fall asleep
Dream the dreamer's dream
Playing make beleive
Nothin's as it seems

I want what you have
Suits you so well
The journey's the part
to be and dwell

Meet you there soon
If you should be first
So our spirits can again
Sway, dance and swoon

Clean Conscience

Vacuming rugs
Snap attachments
Vacume the ceilings
And dead bugs

Patterns in the floor
Like fresh mowed lawn
Powders and foam
With nature's odor

The stairs laid to rest
With a swipe of the wand
Fibers dancing like coral
To the roar of the beast

All matter falls into sync
Cornish hen in the oven
Blue Moon on the 8-track
Watch TV not to think